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onetimetwotimesthreetimess · 10 months

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Hello, I dont know if you are accepting prompts, but Magnus meeting the in laws and vice versa

Magnus punches the brake at the intersection as the signal turns red. He changes the gear and sets the handbrake on as the cars pile up around. He’s not a fan of manual cars, but this one is a treasured gift from one of his favorite people in the world so he still has it with him.

The horns grow louder and he grows not understanding the point when there’s clearly a fucking red signal.

“Jesus, these people have no chill,” Alec mumbles. The horns grow louder so Alec puts his head outside the window and yells, “It’s fucking red, you morons.”

Magnus chuckles softly before he tilts his head towards the man. “Someone’s on edge, today.”

On any other day, hell, any other minute, Alec would’ve rolled his eyes. But right now, he doesn’t even do that, just simple sighs, “Yeah.”

Alec’s fidgeting with both his hands, pushing the zipper on his jacket upwards and downwards in a repeated motion. Magnus huffs softly before he separates Alec’s hand and takes his right hand into his.

“Sweetheart, please stop worrying.”

“I have anxiety, Magnus. You can’t just ask me to turn it off.”

Magnus snorts at the words.

Alec glares at his boyfriend, making him chuckle some more.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

“We can turn back and go home,” Magnus teases but both of them know that if Alec says the word, he would turn around the car and go back. Nothing is more important than Alec; nothing ever really is.

“Yes, we should go back home and cancel five minutes prior to the meeting so that I make an even worse impression that I’m probably going to,” Alec huffs.

“You’re taking this too seriously,” Magnus jokes. “No one’s going to think that. I’ll fake a stomach flu or something.”

Alec waves off a hand, “No, thanks, Sir.”

Magnus shakes his head in fond annoyance. The signal turns green and he releases his hand from Alec’s hold and pushes on the gear.

“I’m sweating like a pig,” Alec mumbles. “You should drop me off on the road somewhere.”

A breathless peak of laughter leaves Magnus’s body. They almost reach their location but Magnus takes a left turn instead of right and stops the car in an empty street.

“We’ve reached?” Alec asks, eyes wide. “I thought it was like half an hour away from our place, it’s barely been five minutes.”

“It’s been forty minutes, love.”

Magnus puts his left leg on the seat and turns fully to face Alec. He takes his boyfriend’s hands in both of his and smiles. He tugs Alec closer and brings him in for a kiss. Alec hums into it as they deepen the kiss and he feels his boyfriend relax a little.

“Hi,” he whispers as they pull back.

“Hey, baby,” Alec whispers back against his mouth.

“There is nothing to worry about. It’s going to go great, darling.”

Alec sighs, “but what if it doesn’t?”

“With this face and these eyes,” Magnus touches Alec’s face lightly, “No one can not like you.”

As always, a deep red blush appears on Alec’s cheeks as he pushes Magnus’s face away. “Shut, up.”

“I’m with you, okay?” Magnus assures him. “I’ll fake a heart attack if it gets bad.”

Alec chuckles and nods. “Okay.”

Forty-five minutes later, Alec is pinching Magnus on his sides, begging him to fake a heart attack because not only is the whole thing going bad, it’s colossally fucked up.

“We need to leave, right now.”

“We’re staying,” Magnus laughs.

“Traitor,” Alec says, hurt at the obvious betrayal. “What happened to I’m with you?”

“Alright, I’m all cleaned up. We can resume dinner,” his mom said as she entered the room, brushing off her clothes.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for ruining your dress,” Alec steps forward and apologies.

“That’s alright, honey,” Indah says sweetly. “I anyways wasn’t a fan of the dress I was wearing earlier.”

Alec still doesn’t feel better at that and continues, “I’d also like to apologise for the other thing I said earlier. I didn’t mean to….I just—“

Indah laughs softly and if Alec wasn’t so mortified by everything he said and did in the last forty five minutes, he’d focus on how beautiful of a smile she had. And more than that, the kindness that Magnus clearly inherited from her.

But Alec can’t focus on that because he’s mulling over the fact that he all but accused his boyfriend’s mother of teen pregnancy and how it ruins young lives. He didn’t mean to—he swears. It’s just a stupid thing he said trying to make conversation.

“I had Magnus so young, and he was such a mischievous child, I didn’t know what to do with him most of the time,” Indah had said, but there was a fond expression on her face.

Alec in his nervous had bluttered out the stupidest thing ever. “I can’t even imagine having a kid that young. My mom’s been after Izzy, my sister’s life since she was sixteen about how she should control control herself or she’s going to end up with a teen pregnancy.”

There had been complete, utter silence at his words and his eyes had widen as he’d realised what he’d just said.

Magnus had told Alec about how his birth father had fucked out the second he’d find out that his mom was pregnant.

“Oh god. I didn’t mean that you didn’t control yourself,” Alec babbled. “Or you did. Or didn’t. I don’t know, it’s not my place to say, it’s your life and why should women be held responsible. You know what, I should shut up. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that—-I”

Then, a few minutes later, Alec accidentally bumped into his mom and the wine in his hand spilled over her dress.

He’d wondered how Magnus hadn’t broken up with him right there and then.

“I’m an idiot,” he sighs.

The woman smiles at Magnus in amusement and they exchange a look. It’s the kind of look when people don’t need words to communicate. Magnus and his mom seemed to be great at that.

Indah moves closer to him and puts a hand in his shoulder, “There’s no need to be nervous, Alec. It’s just me.”

Like mother. Like son.

The conversation changes to easier topic than. They exchange stories about Magnus’s childhood and Alec knows they steer clear of heavier topics, the parts that were not that great.

“When Magnus was thirteen, he told everyone that he’s color blind and can only see the color pink and that’s why he wears so much pink when some boys were trying to make fun of him,” Indah laughs. “I’m support, so many of his friends starting dressing up in all pink.”

Alec chuckles as Magnus hides his face behind his hands.

“Mama!”

“What? I was very proud of you. You schooled the bullies.”

“Okay,” Magnus says in a challenging tone. “Should I tell Alec about the time when you dressed up as a man for my parents meeting at school when kids were making fun of me for not having a dad.”

“You should. I’m very proud of myself for that,” Indah smirks at his son. “Do you have a problem with that, young man?

“No, Ma’am,” Magnus mumbles.

“Good.”

Alec laughs at their exchange, the easy banter and the overflowing love.

“I’ll help you,” Alec says when they’re clearing the plates.

“Oh, thank you, sweetheart,” his mom says.

Magnus frowns at her. “You’re going to take his help?”

“Hmm.”

Alec looks at his boyfriend in confusion.

“Why did Magnus seem so confused?” He asks when they enter the kitchen, his heart panicking just a bit because now he’s alone and him chances of fucking up without Magnus’s comforting hand on his thigh just increased.

“Ignore him,” Indah says.

“The food was delicious, Ms. Bane.”

“Call me, Indah.”

Alec smiles. “I can never get the Siomay to be this tender.”

Indah’s face changes in surprise. “You can cook Indonesian food?”

He blushes and avoids her gaze as he replies, “Ummm. Barely. I learned a few dishes.” He leaves the rest to interpretation.

There’s a tender and somewhat sad smile on her face. “For Magnus?”

“Hmmm.”

“That’s very sweet of you.”

Alec waves off his hand and puts the dishes in the refrigerator, “It’s nothing.”

“My son told me you were different but I just thought it was him being in love as usual.”

He smiles inwardly, that Magnus talks about him. He knows how much Magnus loves his mom and how much it matters to him that she likes him.

“Love?” He stutters. “I…we…”

“I know when my son is in love, Alec.”

“I don’t know if you’re supposed to tell me that,” Alec says with a small grin.

Indah chuckles and waves off a hand. “It’s fine. He’ll live.”

Alec snorts at the words.

“I won’t be giving you a shovel talk like you’re expecting,” Indah assures gently. “Just take care of my son’s heart.”

Alec straightens up at the words. “I will. I promise I wont hurt him like others have.”

There’s something on her face. That only comes with age and wisdom. The secrets of the universe.

“Oh, I know. That’s why it’s scarier.”

He frowns not understanding what it could mean. But maybe it’s the kind of cryptic words only moms have.

“I don’t understand,” he says honestly.

Indah smiles at him and places a hand on his cheeks, “You will know.”

“Okay,” he says because what else can he say.

“We should go outside before Magnus grows another head.”

When they’re leaving, Indah whispers something in Magnus’s ear, and a wonderous blush comes over his face. Along with happiness.

“I love you, mama. Take care. I’ll see you on the weekend.”

“You boys, take care of each other.”

“Did she give you a shovel talk?” Magnus asks when they are getting ready for bed.

“Why should I tell you?”

“Alexander—“

“Remember when you bailed on your plan to fake a heart attack?” Alec points out and lands his head in Magnus’s lap.

Magnus chuckles as he runs his hand through Alec’s hair.

“Come on, tell me what she said.”

“It’s between me and her.”

“You’re having secrets with my mom?”

Alec shakes his head.

Magnus hums thoughtfully.

“Do you think she likes me?” Alec asks finally. The meeting ended well but he’d still like to know from Magnus.

Magnus bends down and kisses his lips. “I know for a fact that she loved you.”

“She did?” He raises an eyebrow. “Even after that stupid thing I said?”

His boyfriend chuckles at him. “Even after that.”

“You sure?”

“Hmmm. Otherwise, she’d never let you step into the kitchen. She never let anyone else help her.”

“Really? She didn’t give shovel talk to your other exes?”

“Oh no. She did. To all of them. But always in front of me.”

“Oh.”

Magnus shuffles then around so that they’re facing each other now, his fingers running over Alec’s face.

“You must really be different, Alexander Lightwood.”

#need more of magnus’s mom and alec #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood

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needlesandnilbogs · 4 months

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I guess art is going on tumblr instead of on blogspot today lolll cause I’m lazy. half the high school au crowd goes to see a movie. that is all. (If I successfully did this then there will be a read more bc I put the fic here and it got long)

Image ID: two digital drawings. One is of high school versions of murderbot characters dressed in costumes and standing in front of a movie poster: from left to right, Rin (high school au murderbot), Bharadwaj, Overse, Gurathin, Pin-Lee, and Indah. Rin has dark curly hair and dark brown skin. It is not dressed in a costume, just a blue hoodie and gray pants, and is standing behind and apart from the group. Bharadwaj has dark brown skin and her hair is under a light purple hijab which extends into a cape behind her; she also wears a long dark blue dress belted at the waist and a silver circlet. Overse has light skin, shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, and glasses; she wears a light blue dress with pink trim and sleeves, pink shoes laced up her calves, a Magen David necklace, and a small pink crown. Gurathin has the lightest skin, brown hair cut unflatteringly, and big round wire glasses; he is wearing a red shirt and leggings with gold armor over it, and he has a silver flute hung over his shoulder. Pin-Lee has lightish skin, black hair in a bun, and wears a green bodysuit half covered in green and pink feathers. Indah is the tallest except for Rin and has medium skin and light brown hair; she is wearing a turquoise shirt, purple leggings, a skirt in a different shade of purple with gold trim, and yellow shoes.

the other image is the poster that is behind them. It is for a made up movie called “Sunshine Warriors: Day of the Second Sun” and features an orange and yellow stylized sun on a blue background. On the sun there are images of a pink crown, a red eighth note, a green bird, and a purple butterfly. Under the movie title, at the bottom, it says “Ten Years Later…”. End ID.

anyways this is for chatfic I am deciding whether to post to ao3 or not, I wrote the fic last year and it’s part of the hsau’s summer between Mensah and mb’s senior year of high school and going to college. The relevant bit of the fic itself is as follows:

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DM: Lee (Pin-Lee), bhara (Bharadwaj)

[10:01] bhara: Hey, wanna go to the river w me this afternoon?? I need out of the house and my aunt won't let me take the car

[10:03] Lee: I'm down, want me to pick you up?

[10:03] bhara: That'd be great \o/ I have no agenda lol I just really need a break

[10:04] Lee: Also, want to come to the movies tonight with Indah and me, too? We're making plans to see the Sunshine Warriors film in full costume tonight, possibly with Gurathin and Overse and Rin too.

[10:04] bhara: OMG I FORGOT THE MOVIE COMES OUT TONIGHT AAAAAA AND ITS LIVE ACTION LIKE THE PART IN THE DOCUMENTARY WHERE THE ACTORS DID THE SCENES

[10:05] Lee: I was actually about to ask if you wanted to come when you texted me!

[10:07] bhara: I CAN GO \o/ \o/ \o/

[10:07] Lee: Great. Pick you up in ten for river time, at 4 for the movie?

[10:07] bhara: o7 but also changed my mind, let's go see how much of a costume we can put together in the time between now and 4?

[10:08] Lee: I'll make a group chat so we can coordinate costumes!

New Chat: Pin-Lee (Pin-Lee), Bharadwaj (Bharadwaj), gurathin (gurathin), indah (indah), Overse (Overse), Rin (Rin)

[10:10] Pin-Lee (Pin-Lee) started chat

[10:10] Pin-Lee (Pin-Lee) changed chat name to Sunshine Warriors Assemble

[10:11] Pin-Lee: So. We are doing this, okay? I call dibs on being Feather, he was always my favorite.

[10:11] indah: I'd forgotten how much I loved this show

[10:12] indah: I want to be Color, if possible, I have the most clothing I could use for her.

[10:15] Overse: Arada isn't interested in going but she says she'll lend me her floofy skirt so I wanted to be color

[10:15] indah: I'll duel you for it. Swords at 2 am on the 29th?

[10:16] Overse: wow rude

[10:16] Overse: whatever happened to reasonable sleep schedules? [10:17] gurathin: Not to interrupt but I want to stake a claim on flute, the least terrible warrior

[10:18] Overse: omg Gurathin just be sun lord, you're already that pompous <3

[10:18] Bharadwaj: So we have Flute, Feather, and two people who want to be Color, who wants Princess and what do the rest of you want to do?

[10:20] Overse: well, I can be princess instead, i do have good high heels for it, but what do you wanna do?

[10:20] Rin: I'm not coming in costume.

[10:20] Bharadwaj: I was thinking Queen Midnight but only if everyone else is down for going with the villain?

[10:21] Pin-Lee: I am *always* down for going with villains. I'll be over in 5 minutes and we can hit your closet and the thrift store, okay?

[10:22] indah: The plan is meet at Pin-Lee's house at 4, carpool to the movie theater, see the 4:45 showing, get dinner, see the 9:50 showing, go home, unless anyone can't stay out till midnight.

[10:30] Bharadwaj: I just checked and my aunt says that's fine

[10:30] Bharadwaj: She also says if we want to come over after and watch the documentary that came out a couple years ago about the making of the show we are welcome to do so and then sleep over!

[10:31] Bharadwaj: It's SUCH a good documentary, it's a beautiful letter of love to the way the show was made and the choices the writers had to make to make it socially acceptable

[10:31] Bharadwaj: I know I just like documentaries in general but I really love this one and not just because it's about fiction I enjoy

[10:35] Overse: omg perf

[10:35] Overse: I have to be princess then bc I loved her voice actor in the show

#murderbot #fanfic #murderbot high school au #magic flute au: sunshine warriors assemble #fanart #please wait to reblog this until after I add the explanation of sunshine warriors assemble

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peckforlovingheck · 8 months

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FHCD #294

I like thinking of specific clothing characters would have

I think Indah would have a tattered dark beige jacket that has little dusty pink ribbons and cryptid pins and patches on it. She would always pair it with jeans that have a bajillion doodles from her best friend Kim-ly, jean shorts with little embroidery practice, or a pink plaid skirt. She often wears pastel tops, often ruffled tank tops, soft sweaters, or this one pink shirt she likes that has a strawberry on it and a tie at the front. She also has converses that she sometimes doodles on with Kim-ly.

she also has a bag full of ghost hunting supplies and hello kitty bandaids on hand at all times

#PecksDailyHeadcanon #flicker roblox #robloxflicker #roblox flicker #flickblr

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iviarellereads · 10 months

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Fugitive Telemetry, Chapter 2

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Murderbot Diaries, read this one! Like what you see? Send me a Ko-Fi.)

In which someone makes unlikely allies.

Station Security were unhappy with Murderbot's presence in Preservation, when they first learned about it. Indah in particular wanted MB sent away. Mensah refused, Indah called MB a weapon, and Mensah reminded her, cold and angry, that MB is a person. Even when Indah regained her composure after the wave of fear, Mensah told her not to talk and make it worse. She agreed to forget what was just said, despite Pin-Lee's hiss of protest, and start negotiating how to agree that MB stayed.

MB was given two restrictions, the first of which is not accessing non-public systems without permission, including other bots.(1) MB is still unhappy with the situation, but it's not like Preservation's systems are top of any line anyway.

When the call came in about the murder, Mensah asked if this was the GrayCris attack they'd been preparing for. MB said maybe, and Mensah half hoped it was, so they could get it over with.(2)

Now, MB stands over a dead human, with Tech Tural and two others. It's set up a bit of a surveillance network with its drones, particularly following Mensah back to her office. Tural says they still don't have an ID, but DNA testing didn't turn up any results in the database, so the deceased isn't related to 85% of Preservation residents. At Indah's and MB's stares, Tural clarifies that the body scan should help more.

Indah looks at MB as if to ask what it's got for this. MB asks Tural if they've done a forensic sweep, and apparently those are correct keywords,(3) because they confirm it, and say they'll send the report when it's ready. MB asks for the raw data, and at Indah's confirmation that this is okay, Tural sends it. MB runs a quick analysis, and determines that someone used a cleaning field after the murder, because there aren't many DNA samples on the victim's clothes. Tural and Indah are both a bit surprised when MB relates this, and sends them its version of a report.

While they examine that, MB leans down to examine the wound at the base of the deceased's skull, which may be the cause of death. It's certainly deep, but there's not enough blood or brain matter around to suggest they were killed here. This was a dump site. Indah already knew that, though, and dismisses it.

Indah tells Tural they need to search for cleaning field doodads that fit the criteria, especially if they can fit in a pocket or bag. Tural suggests the clothing is distinct enough to offer some information, but MB is quite familiar with the materials, as it's just recycler fabric from the Corp Rim, very like what it's wearing. Tural takes a sample anyway, but Indah frowns and says then the clothes might indicate origin, or might have been changed to blend in.

Tural's analysis of the fabric comes back, confirming it's from a recycler. They suggest it could have come from a store, like MB's, but MB says it could also be from a transport, as some of them have quite fancy recyclers. Indah asks if the clothes are at all helpful. MB says the deceased might have wanted to look like a visitor to Preservation. If you're worried you're being followed, you can either try to fade into a crowd, or make yourself stand out and look unafraid. Privately, MB thinks it could never pull off the latter, but a human with normal human body language could.

The StatSec pair look thoughtful, and Tural suggests they see if Medical can tell if the deceased's skin or hair colour was changed recently. Indah admits she wouldn't think twice about a visitor who looked like this. MB says they'd also need a bag, to indicate having somewhere to go,(4) but there's none here. Indah says StatSec will keep an eye out, and orders a search of adjacent areas for any sort of travel bag left unattended.

Indah then gets a message indicating Pathology is ready, and need the area cleared. Tural takes the broken feed interface to analyse, and Indah tells MB they'll call if it's needed.

I know a “fuck off” when I hear one. So I fucked off.

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(1) We don't get the second in this chapter, you didn't miss anything. (2) I certainly can't imagine living in that kind of fear, day in and day out. (3) Chalk one up for the crime serials. (4) Funny how much of MB's experience from going rogue is coming in handy. Almost as if this series was planned out or something. And on that note, did you see anything in this chapter to indicate what might be coming up?

#the murderbot diaries #murderbot diaries #fugitive telemetry #murderbot #secunit #indah (murderbot)#tural (murderbot)#ayda mensah #pin lee

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blissfullvibe · 21 days

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Indah Clothing | Paz Jumpsuit in Sapphire | XS.

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meltingheaven27 · 8 months

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An Introduction to Privilege life Roots of me

I came from a privileged family. Both side of my family came from the one who benefitting the era. Let me introduce my roots.

PT B**** and PT P********

This part is my mother side of family. Their story is quite interesting, they live their whole life being a nomad. One born on some place and moving to another. They raised basically everywhere. Like how my aunts and uncles born and raised in different places. Once they lived in North Sumatra near Aceh. Then, they moved to Dumai in Riau for a long time. Then, they moved to Bontang in East Kalimantan due my grandad work that's related to mining/oil, i don't really remember. To move like that, with total of 5 kids and parents (in total 7 people), one province to another province and moving to another island (and it's a rare mobility to get there) it surely a huge privilege. They live a comfort days benefitting the era of New Order. My mom is the first one to move to Jakarta to study in some vocational at the East. She said that she could live comfortably in kos-kosan even though from what i heard it's not the fanciest one (she mentioned how they have to share bathroom per floor). To be able move from Bontang to Jakarta must be cost expensively! second, vocational academy it's not cheap. For today's currency is on 7+11 millions, that must be cost a lot of money for study-living-for fun. She had a lot of entry to mid designers thingy, which of course not cheap. I have a story or two about how they began to fall down, but i can't tell all of them here.

2. Military (**) and Business

This part is my father side of family. I don't exposed much about their story since i don't like them in general (so i usually hide away or not listening in general). Shortly short, my alm. grand father is served in TNI with mid to higher position, which is you know how privileged you are when served to this 'man' (while this 'man' is also rise from the militaru background). They moved to one place to another place too. Both of my grandparents raised in Java, my grandma said that she's come from blue blood of Java (i don't trust her tbh, because i always annoyed when she always ask me to behave like a priyayi). They moved from Java to West Sumatra where they had my dad, and then later they moved to Bali, and their last is in Jakarta at 1970-1980-ish. In Jakarta, my grand father died a little too young that left my grandma a widow. She had a lot of assets, acres of soil in Jakarta-Bekasi, Transportation business (Metromini (?)), and any other thing that i don't really know. My house that i live and writing this was one of her assets, my core family don't own this. Oh, my father is studied at Trisakti, where it's a reputable private university while majoring in Architectural. He used wanting to get in to Parahyangan, where every good Arc produced from there, my grandma get him a after school course preparation to get into there, but failed. The privilege my father has that he drive his car to his campus with a lot of expensive designer clothes and fancy tools for studies.

I didn't realize this after i reached higher education, university year to be exact. Don't get me wrong, my core family is inheriting the privilege. But for only one kid, my oldest brother, before it all went down like hill.

As my oldest brother claimed that he always go to Plaza Senayan to play weird michael jackson space ship thingy, go to Dufan regularly, hang out at Pondok Indah Mall when he was a child. Even mentioned that my core family when were only 3 (dad, mom, and brother) had a house in Jababeka/Cikarang. I cannot believe that we used to have a house or property on our own. But, the house later sold for 'i don't really know' reason.

It's weird to hear all that. When at the same time my mother told that when our family at our worst financial condition, my older brother and i were almost bargained for the friend of mom that is rich and not having a kid.

Me and my older brother not really living in that time where we inheriting the privilege of our grandparents. We just live a life... i don't really know how to describe it though, because for me, it's my normal life.

It's kind of cliffhanger to leave it like this, but that's what i can say and tell.

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